I am still without a right contact lens, thus making everything somewhat hazy, like I'm drunk without actually feeling intoxicated.  Or like I'm in a dream.  Which makes it seem like nothing really matters because it isn't real.  This can't be constructive.  A second follow up call to the optometrist is due next week.  It's been a month since I ordered a new one.

Enrique Iglesias's "I Like It": I like the jam. I like the new Bieber-inspired 'do. I like the continued absence of the eye mole. Go on with ya llikealbe self, Ricky.

At one point you were a carefree child who said what you thought, before you became who you are today.